Stacy — My vengeful fiancé(1)

Stacy — My vengeful fiancé(1)
The events of the bachelorette party and my time with Scott led to a blissful few hours of sleep. Half asleep, my body sought his out when he came home despite his attempts at being quiet when he slid into bed.

"Did I wake you up?" he whispered as he took me into his arms. "Sorry. Missed you though."

"How's Kenny? Everything okay?" I asked groggily, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"He's a fucking dumbass. The so called intruders in the house were just Luca's men, trying to get my idiot high friends to stop trashing the house. They were still cleaning up when I left, but the worst is over," Scott said, earning him a quizzical look from me. "Later. I'll explain later. Right now, just let me hold you," he said, laying his lips behind my right ear to kiss the birthmark he showed me through photos after his proposal.

One peck turned into another and then another, until he had me turning on my back and was on top of me, kissing my neck and shoulders.

"This is just holding me?" I asked, trailing my fingers up his back as the slow build up of orgasmic bliss began.

"That was what I was going to do, but I can't get watching that thing be inside you out of my head. There's nothing for it. I'm going to have to fuck your ass to feel better," he said nonchalantly, making me giggle.

"I knew this would happen. I told you you would get all in your head about it. My ass is tender. It's not happening," I said, surprised by a sudden, possessive kiss on the lips as his hand travelled down between my legs.

Was he not going to bring up the conversation we were having before he left? Should I let it go the way he has?

"Happy wedding day," he said affectionately, slipping a finger into my ass.

"Don't fucking think you're seducing me by getting into my head with wedding talk," I said, but the joy of what today was going to look like was going to my head.

Would we still be fooling around like this if I told him about the baby? Was I wrong about him waiting quietly behind the pages of pregnancy books to hear the news from me even though he already knew? Surely no one had that kind of patience.

"Just one last dicking before you become my wife," he said, the sound of him squirting lube out of the bottle filling the darkness surrounding us while he fingered my ass. "Tender isn't raw, right? You took it up your ass for three weeks daily. I think you'll be okay," he said dismissively.

"You're such an asshole. What happened to the sweetheart you were just a few hours ago?" I asked, but he had me spreading my legs wide open for him as his finger moved inside my gaping ass.

"Only you can get fucked like that and think it was sweet. Just for that, you're definitely taking your dickening up the ass. On your hands and knees, whore," he said, his lips on mine a second later. "Be insanely happy, Stace. Nothing else matters today but your complete happiness. And me getting laid, of course," he said, turning me onto my tummy and slapping my sore ass.

Are you trying to distract me from the what ifs in my head, Scott Brady? There's no way you don't know. How do you always manage to make me feel so damn loved?

"Missed you too. Happy wedding day, Scottie. Promise me you'll be happy today too," I said, getting on my hands and knees to offer myself to him.

"I'm getting married today. In case you don't know it already, I'm crazy turned on about becoming your husband. I'm so happy I can barely contain myself. You'll be seeing the proof of it all day," he said mischievously, grabbing my hips as he sunk his dick into my tender, gaping ass.

The envy he laid claim to was very real. He took me aggressively, thrusting into me possessively from the get go.

"Fuck," I cursed between gritted teeth.

"Want me to be gentle? It is our wedding day after all," he said tauntingly, withdrawing and shoving his dick deep into me again. "Want to be fucked like a wife, Stace?"

"Fuck you. Don't think I haven't noticed you treating me like a porcelain doll," I said, my angry voice turning into a whimper as the thrusting began in earnest.

"It's called loving you, you ungrateful, spoiled whore," he said, moaning as one hand tightened around my hip while his other slid between my legs. "I love you, Stacy Brady," he said, still thrusting away as his fingers slid into my pussy.

My pussy contracted hard on his fingers, making a drawn out, loud moan leave my mouth.

"I can fucking see the stupid smile on your face," I purred, making him chuckle through his breathlessness.

"Want to hear it again? Stacy Brady," he said, his voice velvety and low as he picked up speed and his breaths quickened. "What about Mrs. Scott Brady? Does your pussy like that too?"

Stubbornly refusing to answer him, I kept my mouth shut. It definitely did though. The new trigger phrases were the most powerful ones since I love you. I couldn't hold back the orgasm or the moans no matter how hard I tried, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of getting into my head.

"So stubborn. Your pussy isn't though. Just so you know, I like them too," he said smugly, his hand leaving my hip to rub my left asscheek, then trail down to the back of my left thigh.

As the orgasm intensified, my brain liquified. His hands returned to my hips and he let loose, showing off just how turned on he was as he pounded into my ass. Laboured breaths and moans coming in quickly now from both of us, he had me wondering what would happen when he called me the mother of his child.

I got up and wrapped my arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around my middle instantly, sloppy kisses flowing from his lips all over my neck and shoulders as he pushed into me and I pushed back against him.

I spent the last week focusing on how we weren't ready. How scared I was I couldn't protect our baby. It never occurred to me that this child was proof of our love. He or she may be a surprise, but they were one I wanted more than anything.

"What's wrong? Do you need to stop?" his concerned voice asked as his body stilled against mine and his hands came up to my face.

"Nothing's wrong. Everything's so incredibly right. I love you so much," I said, as he wiped away tears I didn't know I was crying.

"You've only cried during sex one time before. After a drunken asshole said he loved you for the first time. Jesus Stace, if I'm hurting you—"

"Then what? Make sure you fucking do it right. Don't stop," I said tauntingly, beaming at him over my shoulder before our lips met.

He wrapped his arms around my waist again, held on tight and watched me closely as he thrust back into me.

"Harder. Like before. No erogenous zones. No words. Make me come the old fashioned way. Fuck me like a whore. You up for it, Scottie?" I asked in that sugar sweet, taunting voice I knew he secretly liked.

"One good hard pounding for my whore it is. On your tummy," he ordered, the aggression back with full force.